Diamond in the Rough

A/N:

Thank you for your lovely reviews, it really does help me set the direction and pace of the story. I guess I wasn't quite done with "Consummation"......

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She awoke feeling incredibly aroused. She was still spooned against Lucius and his fingers were drawing small figure eights along her nether lips and clit. She could feel the tip of him slowly moving back and forth over her core. Another hand was moving up her belly to cradle her breast, squeeze, and then sweep back down over her belly. “Oh good Gods, what a way to awaken,” she thought as she became fully aware of him and his very busy body.

“You are awake,” he whispered into her ear. His breath causing Hermione to shiver slightly as his warm breath played across her ear. He nibbled at her earlobe and pushed himself so the head of his cock slid between her labia lips up towards her clit then press against the rim of her sex. She ran her hand down his abdomen, through his wiry curls and she cupped and squeezed his testicles, he gasped and pushed the head of his penis slightly inside of her.

He moved his hand from her breast and ran it down her hip and under her bottom to her thigh, spreading and lifting her leg up higher. She was beginning to feel rather urgent with the need to have him fully inside her. She pushed her bottom against him try to glide him into her further. He chuckled and whispered, “Patience, Poppet,” and he kept himself positioned so he was just at the edge of her ache.

Damn him, this was sweet torture, his fingers continue to play with her nub and with his hand holding her right thigh she couldn’t move herself onto him. “Two can play at this,” she thought and moved her hand to that soft, tender skin between his balls and anus. She circled her fingers twice then ran her hand to where he barely connected to her, squeezing along his hard, turgid length, gathering both her juices and his to coat her fingertips. He shifted suddenly pushing himself between her lips to her clit and back over to her very wet center, rubbing his thick length slowly back and forth over her.

She ran her hand along the underside of his cock then under him knuckling her fingers between his sac and anus. She pushed one wet fingertip deep within him. Lucius stilled due to an electric volt of pleasure that shot straight to his cock with the twisting of her finger. She pressed on, moving her finger further into his warmth.

It was as if she had released a tiger; he moaned slightly then suddenly pushed himself hard into her aching wetness. “Finally,” she thought, as he began to move himself in and out of her.

All that teasing led to Hermione climaxing quickly. She moaned her release and found herself quickly turned onto her back. Lucius pushed his hips between her legs and thrust himself back inside of her. She dug her heels into the bed and lifted her hips up as he drove into her hard and fast. He was quite large, stretching her deliciously. Her clit rubbed against his groin in a frisson of delight and it was all the stimulation she needed to explode into a second incredible orgasm. He stiffened a few moments after her release, gave a short, sharp growl and spilled inside of her.

He pressed his head against hers, his silky hair fanning over her face and chest. She could feel his heart beating fast and strong. He leaned up on his elbows and looked down at her. She had surprised him again.

Lucius was intemperate in how he sought his pleasures; he made no apologies for it. It had been bred into him from birth. He enjoyed what his wealth and position afforded him and took pleasure in many vast and varied ways. He had calculated about what a match with her could possibly do for him politically. Hedonist that he was, he was tickled by the fact that the little witch would have to submit to him on a weekly basis. He had quite a sexual appetite and hadn’t considered what she could do “to” him personally. The little witch had quite a few hidden layers to her that he hadn’t foreseen. Given what he had just experienced with her he began to assess what they could pursue together as his mind quickly began to trip down his favourite lascivious pastimes.

She may have been opting for a quiet, little life but that didn’t mean she was a eunuch for Goddess sake. Her more intimate pursuits had been more of a solitary nature over the last several years. She was surprised to discover how earthy he was in bed. There was an aspect to this marriage law she hadn’t fully considered. She knew she would have to have sex with Lucius Malfoy. She just hadn’t been expecting to enjoy having sex with Lucius Malfoy.

She had heard rumors where Lucius was concerned; she really hadn’t given much thought to whether those rumors were true. To her he was Lucius Malfoy, death eater, and smarmy bastard who always landed on his feet. After their brief courtship, for lack of a better word, he was Lucius Malfoy, domineering, big, masculine, sexy ex-death eater. Now, after having "had" him, she smirked, he was Lucius Malfoy, the man who was quite talented with his mouth, hands, and cock but was still a domineering, big, masculine, sexy, ex-death eater. She quite liked her appraisal.

She looked up at him; he was looking at her assessingly. “I’m famished,” she told him. He gave her a slow side smile and rolled to the side of her. “I do believe you promised dinner,” she reminded him. She sat up and looked about the darkened room.

“I believe I did,” he said as he swung out of bed and pulled on his dressing gown. Hermione watched him shrug into his dressing grown enjoying the view. The man was amazing in clothes; he was incredible out of them. His body was finely muscled, long and hard. She wanted to explore him in detail but she wanted food first.

He called out, “Twilby.” The old house elf popped into the bed chamber, Hermione pulled the sheets more closely to her. “Dinner if you will.” The elf nodded and disapparated off. Lucius moved over to her carrying another dressing gown and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she said, surprised at his thoughtfulness. She watched him pull a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket set out on a table by his fireplace. He poured her a glass, handing it to her and filled another for himself. He turned flicked his hand at the fireplace and a fire sprang to life. She walked towards the fire, her hair spilling down her back, her little toes peeping beneath the dressing gown. The firelight provided an enchanting silhouette of her curvy little body. He smiled appreciatively.

Twilby arrived with a tray of delectable foods meant to be picked up by the fingers and savored. He placed the large tray on the small table, bowed and popped out of the room. There was an array of oysters, smoked clams, cheeses, fruits, cold cuts, breads, crackers, biscuits, cakes, chocolates, a wee bit of everything to whet the palate. Hermione pleased with the vast gastronomic assortment sat down on the chaise lounge to partake. Lucius sat down beside her and raised his glass slightly to her. She looked at him, storm grey and caramel brown eyes locked gazes, and she raised her glass to his. They clinked glasses softly and sipped the effervescent wine.

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The sun streamed into the room. Hermione sat up and looked down at the wizard beside her. His hair was in lovely disarray across the pillow. Ridiculously long lashes fanned the tops of his cheeks. He looked angelic. She snorted at the thought; he was the exact antonym to that adjective. Angelic indeed! She slipped out of the massive bed and made her way through the sitting room to her own bedroom to shower and dress. She had some shopping to do. She left a message with Twilby to give to her husband when he awakened. She then fire-called Ginny to make arrangements to meet in Diagon Alley.

She knew he most likely would not be pleased with her shopping trip however, she did not like his attempts at managing her. With a satisfied smile on her face, she stepped into the library fireplace to floo to where she and Ginny agreed to meet first.

Ginny, lovely in the afternoon sun and glowing with pregnancy, met Hermione in front of the Leaky Caldron. Hermione needed caffeine. They hugged and Ginny stepped back to get a good look at Hermione. She was positively radiant. Ginny grinned widely, “Oh, Goddess, I can tell just by looking at you. The two of you got down to it and did the nasty didn’t you?”

Hermione smiled knowingly at Ginny but said nothing.

“Hermione, come on, spill, I want details.”

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up, “it was good.”

“Oh please,” Ginny snorted, “good tells me nothing. I want to know the every dirty little detail and remember to be specific on size,” Ginny grinned wickedly at Hermione.

“He is lives up to his reputation. The man is quite talented,” Hermione blushingly shared.

“And……?” Ginny was practically hopping from one small foot to the other. Hermione laughed and hooked her arm through Ginny’s and whispered in her ear, “with his mouth, his fingers….” as they walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

Ginny comfortably ensconced in a bright pink, ruffled chair with a delicate cup of tea in hand, munched happily on a biscuit and looked on approvingly as Madame Malkin, a tiny, plump, witch, draped Hermione in different colours, patterns, and fabrics. “Madame Malfoy, your husband owled me and told me precisely what you needed,” the bubbly, round, little witch beamed at Hermione. Tape measures and dictating notepads flew around Hermione as she stood on the dressing room dais.

“Surely, not all this?” Hermione looked around disconcertedly; she was overwhelmed by the piles of clothing and fabrics that Madam Malkin had accioed into the dressing room.

“Oh my Dear, we are just getting started.”

“But there’s lingerie in here too,” Hermione protested.

Madam Malkin giggled, “Oh, Mr. Malfoy was quite specific on lingerie as well.”

Ginny smirked and said, “I guess he knows what he likes.”

“Oh my yes, as I said, quite specific.” Madam Malkin said happily.

“Speaking of which….” Ginny looked coyly at Hermione, “How did he like what you were wearing underneath…”

“He liked it just fine,” Hermione interrupted, pink spreading across her cheeks. Ginny smiled, nodded, and sipped her tea.

“Out of curiosity Madam, when did Mr. Malfoy owl you?” Hermione asked beginning to wonder exactly how specific Lucius had been.

“Oh, about 15 minutes before you walked in.” Hermione shook her head. Damn him.

“I have just enough time, to complete these final touches so you can make it to your appointment on time.” Madame Malkin twittered happily.

“I don’t have an appointment,” Hermione said standing still for Madame Malkin’s finishing touches.

"Yes, you do Dearie, you are to go to the Enchanted Salon and Spa after I’m done with you.”

Ginny asked, “Aren’t they normally closed on Sundays?”

“Oh my yes, but Mr. Malfoy ….”

“I suppose Mr. Malfoy took care of that?” Hermione asked chagrined.

“Oh my, yes!” Madame Malkin chirped.

Damn arrogant, dictatorial, bossy, high-handed man.

Hermione looked at Ginny who was sitting smugly in that damned pink chair, "You know you are coming with me to the salon and spa don't you?"

Ginny smiled broadly, "Oh, I'm counting on it!"

Hermione sighed.